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Don’t Be So Mean To Baby, ‘Cause Baby’s So Good To You
You must be made of stone,because you seem so unmoved,unimpressed by my infatuation,just a wry, dry laugh as you grab my waist and grab a kiss from the lips of your special girl.I drown,dreaming of you in the shadow of the sun and the mood lighting of the moon. I drown in your doe eyes,dining…
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Grandma
The daughter of an industrial town,her mind and ambition flowed as fast as the much watched waves of the Mersey,and she was much maligned,as clever little girls often are,but they are the kind of girls that build the strongest women. Running across the bridge to Runcorn,dark hair flowing and glowing in the moonlit wind,the world…
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#IBelieveHer
A few years ago, I recorded and released a podcast, discussing the behaviour of a man and his abuse of me and other women. I did this to try and raise awareness, because I knew he was attempting to use social media to find and abuse new victims, and I felt it was important to…
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Monogamy
We planted flowers where nobody would find them,exchanging vows like Christmas gifts at the gates of he old factory on the hill that was meant to be flats six months ago.Life was always slow, in this kind of town,the kind of place where sunsets and winter winds become one,and life goes on,day by day,late bus…
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Women Have Sore Throats
I have got a sore throat. So many words have soared past my painted lips, but they never click in the ears and minds of those who bind me in their bastard bounds, rounding on me with furious, famished eyes, and I stand before them, saying the same things, screaming and shouting, about my right…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 